Misty entered the room, her plump ass bouncing in her tight yoga pants as she walked towards the couch. Dr. Johnson watched intently, unable to hide his arousal. Misty noticed and smirked, "You're really going to give me the therapy today, huh? Or are you just gonna stare at my tits all day?" She playfully bent forward, giving him a teasing look down her shirt. Dr. Johnson swallowed hard, his cock throbbing in his pants. He tried to focus on the task at hand but Misty made it difficult. "Alright, Misty," he said, trying to maintain his professional demeanor, "Let's talk about your obsession with BBC." Misty's cheeks flushed red as she realized her slip-up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she stammered, covering her mouth with her hand.
